The American Dream

The icicles hang from the mast and the wires
and the wind cuts like knives
The sky's turned to gray and the waves just get higher
And we fear for our lives
Praying that God will watch over our souls
We pray that he'll let all our children grow old

The time spent at sea seems an eternity
When the waves roll so high
But there was much more to fear than being right here
In the land left behind
Hunger and want will be things of the past
And all will be well when we get there at last

Stories are told of streets lined with gold
And pastures of green
We come to this nation, we come to this land
For the American Dream

And though the trip's harder than what we had planned
We're crossing the water to our Promised Land...Promised Land

We huddle together as the harbor appears
But we feel so alone
As one chapter ends and another begins
We're so far from home
Praying that God will watch over our souls
We ask him to let all our people grow old

Stories are told of streets lined with gold
And pastures of green
We come to this nation we've come to this land
For the American Dream
The American Dream.......

Dan Modlin ASCAP(Gold in the Strings Music/ASCAP)